instead of grumbling about
the sudden rain coming
and messing up our carefully
arranged layers of soil,
may we find that lost joy
of making mud pies,
as we sit on the deck
as we sit on the deck
in evening's shadows
fidgeting with our devices,
may we gaze up and
rediscover the wonders
of stars racing across the sky.
when we unclench our
hearts filled with anger,
may we reach out for
the hands of little children
who will lead us back
into your Community of
life.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
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